empty whats on the other side a see through shower people walking past you a one way mirror clouey people walking by unable to see you thay are dark agenst a bright light.
magda
transparent makes me think of glass, glass like people thin and fragile hiding nothing breaking easily, see through skin in 3d. signifying nothing,
Nathan Weaver
Transparency or the lack of it, is the fallacy of the human mind. Man needs more truth to his own being.
Arit Ghosh
My feelings.
All you care about is the sex, the games.
Do you even hear me talking.
Why do you ask if you can’t see the answer.
Anna
loose clear and ultimately unneeded. Too much information for one man to stand. Hard to fully grasp when the situation is too grand, hard to face with no one else in hand.
Victor White
Everyone feels transparent at some point or another. I do in my own apartment. Even though they are my best friends. How much do they really know or care?
Anonymous
My heart in my chest, invisible unseen but known that it exists. Somewhere in my anatomy. Not in my head though… My oh my.
Mandy
her soul is transparent
your’s is not
i need help to see through it
unlike hers which is as transparent as the paper they use for the projector
Anna
blind, ghost, empty. clear
Kara
blind, ghost, empty. clear
Kara
clear invisible man who walked through a wall clear again i don’t that i’m saying scream and squiggle around we ate em not your friend yeah you had an idea that’s how it starts, an
Lucy
i am clear.
i wear my heart on my sleeve.
you can see all emotion.
i am transparent.
hannah
I couldn’t breathe.
My lungs were disapering and I was becoming
Transparent.
I felt more invisbile then I already was.
Fading into the background.
Fading into my skin that wasn’t there.
Fading into the cracks on the side walk.
I was fading and I couldn’t breathe.
Rose
I wanted the blouse to be transparent.
So he could see through
My intentions were as clear
why not voice it?
I wanted him badly.
Let him know that
Kat
i am clear.
i where my heart on my sleeve.
you can see all emotion.
i am transparent.
hannah
We seek to turn what we concern ourselves with into this, or what makes itself concerned with. Understanding for the sake of putting ourselves to rest, even if all we make transparent is the absurdity of meaning at all.
What?
i am clear.
i where my heart on my sleeve.
you can see all emotion.
i am transparent.
Anonymous
thin, silvery strands of elusive ideas spew from my ears and dance around my head in the glimmer of darkness.
SS
We seek to turn what we concern ourselves with into this, or what makes itself concerned with. Understanding for the sake of putting ourselves to rest, even if all we makes transparent is the absurdity of meaning at all.
What?
not me, no one will ever be able to see inside
club
it’s what we are, it’s what the world is. see-through, x-ray vision, the little wrapping of plastic around everything we get to buy. it’s make up, it’s made up, like me and you, our families and friends, our politicians and our rock stars. all transparent things do is let you see through to what’s real.
Rob
I like it when girls wear transparent clothes, its almost more of a turn on then when girls are completely naked, its like the allusion to what’s beneath and although you can pretty much see all of it, there is still a barrier between. Tantalizingly delicious. transparent clothes rock.
skyinyourcoffee
not a wall, not a truck, not a stove, not a dog, not a feather boa, not a summer icecream, not a winter icecream for that matter, i dont think any icecream at all in fact….
Meep
not a wall, not a truck, not a stove, not a dog, not a feather boa, not a summer icecream, not a winter icecream for that matter, i dont think any icecream at all in fact….
Meep
transparenty
see-through mcgoo
I am transparent in the world… no one sees me. People walk by me on the street and never pay a spec of attention. I am the one who knows everything about you. The observer…
Amanda Blair
…
Transparancy...
Like a jellyfish like the streets of heaven. Perhaps a drop of persperant lost in an ocean’s wave. Open not hiding i think it is bright…
Nalini
,
Cut me off? you cant cut me off you bastard program! Im trying to be creative here and all you do is
why transparent, I ask you.
Why so willing to let whatever it is you want through you?
It makes no sense to me- stay safe. Stay shut.
Amily
.
Isnt this a cool one? Ive left the page blank (besides the period cause this stupid program strangle
Like a jellyfish like the streets of heaven. Perhaps a drop of persperant lost in an ocean’s wave. Open not hiding i think it is bright…
Nalini
I wonder how he sees me so well. Rather, how he reads me so well. I wonder if I actually do hide my feelings as well as I think that I do. Or if I really am that transparent. My glasses are extremely not transparent at the moment. They constantly have some sort of smudges on them. It’s irritating. Like I can never see clearly.
That Girl.
HOW MANY DISGRUNTLED HOUSEWIFES CAN WE GET TO WRITE ABOUT TRANSPARANCY!?! … or thier husbands lack there of? Seriously sister, go see a shrink.
A DISGRUNTLED HUSBAND
i thought of clear things. things that let light through. it shone like glass. water things. clear. and pure. glass in a rain storm seeing through to the clouds. dark and dangerous. what can they see when they see through me?
Singingbelle
is the image
projected upon
the screen
that bears
my childhood.
It’s no wonder I am blind.
Lydia van Hoeven
Interestingly enough – and this has just occured to me – by participating in this little writing exercise havent we all made ourselfs a bit more transparant to the world around us? eh? eh?
EH?
no one can see me, i am anything but all there. unnoticeable uncanny. Where did all the time go spent in the cellar with grandpa, all the time we used to talk about life and the dirsturbances we all experience
annonymous
Look out and see, the egg layers and thier brood, but look to long or breath too deep and of they fly into etherworld transparancy, gone but to dreams.
Tyler
this makes me feel like i should be looking in a mirror, seeing where all the holes are in me. see where i am empty, transparent. what am i missing? what will it take to make me whole? love? trust? i need to look in the mirror and try to find what i cant see. how sad is that.
empty whats on the other side a see through shower people walking past you a one way mirror clouey people walking by unable to see you thay are dark agenst a bright light.
transparent makes me think of glass, glass like people thin and fragile hiding nothing breaking easily, see through skin in 3d. signifying nothing,
Transparency or the lack of it, is the fallacy of the human mind. Man needs more truth to his own being.
My feelings.
All you care about is the sex, the games.
Do you even hear me talking.
Why do you ask if you can’t see the answer.
loose clear and ultimately unneeded. Too much information for one man to stand. Hard to fully grasp when the situation is too grand, hard to face with no one else in hand.
Everyone feels transparent at some point or another. I do in my own apartment. Even though they are my best friends. How much do they really know or care?
My heart in my chest, invisible unseen but known that it exists. Somewhere in my anatomy. Not in my head though… My oh my.
her soul is transparent
your’s is not
i need help to see through it
unlike hers which is as transparent as the paper they use for the projector
blind, ghost, empty. clear
blind, ghost, empty. clear
clear invisible man who walked through a wall clear again i don’t that i’m saying scream and squiggle around we ate em not your friend yeah you had an idea that’s how it starts, an
i am clear.
i wear my heart on my sleeve.
you can see all emotion.
i am transparent.
I couldn’t breathe.
My lungs were disapering and I was becoming
Transparent.
I felt more invisbile then I already was.
Fading into the background.
Fading into my skin that wasn’t there.
Fading into the cracks on the side walk.
I was fading and I couldn’t breathe.
I wanted the blouse to be transparent.
So he could see through
My intentions were as clear
why not voice it?
I wanted him badly.
Let him know that
i am clear.
i where my heart on my sleeve.
you can see all emotion.
i am transparent.
We seek to turn what we concern ourselves with into this, or what makes itself concerned with. Understanding for the sake of putting ourselves to rest, even if all we make transparent is the absurdity of meaning at all.
i am clear.
i where my heart on my sleeve.
you can see all emotion.
i am transparent.
thin, silvery strands of elusive ideas spew from my ears and dance around my head in the glimmer of darkness.
We seek to turn what we concern ourselves with into this, or what makes itself concerned with. Understanding for the sake of putting ourselves to rest, even if all we makes transparent is the absurdity of meaning at all.
not me, no one will ever be able to see inside
it’s what we are, it’s what the world is. see-through, x-ray vision, the little wrapping of plastic around everything we get to buy. it’s make up, it’s made up, like me and you, our families and friends, our politicians and our rock stars. all transparent things do is let you see through to what’s real.
I like it when girls wear transparent clothes, its almost more of a turn on then when girls are completely naked, its like the allusion to what’s beneath and although you can pretty much see all of it, there is still a barrier between. Tantalizingly delicious. transparent clothes rock.
not a wall, not a truck, not a stove, not a dog, not a feather boa, not a summer icecream, not a winter icecream for that matter, i dont think any icecream at all in fact….
not a wall, not a truck, not a stove, not a dog, not a feather boa, not a summer icecream, not a winter icecream for that matter, i dont think any icecream at all in fact….
transparenty
I am transparent in the world… no one sees me. People walk by me on the street and never pay a spec of attention. I am the one who knows everything about you. The observer…
…
Like a jellyfish like the streets of heaven. Perhaps a drop of persperant lost in an ocean’s wave. Open not hiding i think it is bright…
,
why transparent, I ask you.
Why so willing to let whatever it is you want through you?
It makes no sense to me- stay safe. Stay shut.
.
Like a jellyfish like the streets of heaven. Perhaps a drop of persperant lost in an ocean’s wave. Open not hiding i think it is bright…
I wonder how he sees me so well. Rather, how he reads me so well. I wonder if I actually do hide my feelings as well as I think that I do. Or if I really am that transparent. My glasses are extremely not transparent at the moment. They constantly have some sort of smudges on them. It’s irritating. Like I can never see clearly.
HOW MANY DISGRUNTLED HOUSEWIFES CAN WE GET TO WRITE ABOUT TRANSPARANCY!?! … or thier husbands lack there of? Seriously sister, go see a shrink.
i thought of clear things. things that let light through. it shone like glass. water things. clear. and pure. glass in a rain storm seeing through to the clouds. dark and dangerous. what can they see when they see through me?
is the image
projected upon
the screen
that bears
my childhood.
It’s no wonder I am blind.
Interestingly enough – and this has just occured to me – by participating in this little writing exercise havent we all made ourselfs a bit more transparant to the world around us? eh? eh?
no one can see me, i am anything but all there. unnoticeable uncanny. Where did all the time go spent in the cellar with grandpa, all the time we used to talk about life and the dirsturbances we all experience
Look out and see, the egg layers and thier brood, but look to long or breath too deep and of they fly into etherworld transparancy, gone but to dreams.
this makes me feel like i should be looking in a mirror, seeing where all the holes are in me. see where i am empty, transparent. what am i missing? what will it take to make me whole? love? trust? i need to look in the mirror and try to find what i cant see. how sad is that.